Fragmented I am a prism, the pieces of myself fragmented into color-coded chambers. I am a spectrum split between wavelengths of refracted inferred and iridescent radiance. I isolate, absorb, and reflect. I am a double helix, fighting upstream on a... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Buffet: This week’s buffet features "Since you asked" a poem from Jane Attuncci's chapbook First Mud. Her poem delivers the question of, "Are you writing the poem or is the poem writing you?" Since you asked - by Jane Attanucci... Continue Reading →
Now that I think about it I don't understand the bumble bee, why it wastes time impregnating flowers. I hate commitment, imagine myself coasting around, never stopping long enough to foster growth of any kind. Then I see my nephew,... Continue Reading →
Process spinning circle that tells us thinking is going on a wait sputtering sound the car is trying to turn over just not quite yet not quite yet. About the Poet: Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas.... Continue Reading →
Remnants In the Kitchen After You Leave for Work A perfect circle of milk that glistens white and translucent on the table - a memento, or perhaps an echo of your porcelain cereal bowl. The melange of coffee and dark... Continue Reading →
Greek to Me Rain comes down, soft at first my brothers and some friends play through it in our pickup game of unholy football on the holy ground of the Greek Orthodox church in nineteen seventy two. Then it comes... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 